Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.